There is nowhere I’m happier than amid a bunch of flowers and herbs growing.
The patio is lush with greenery and color. So I’ll just invite you in to see.
Tomorrow we’re going to have Java Talk. We haven’t done that in a while. So please give me some ideas of what you’d like our discussion to focus on.
If you look closely at the piece of driftwood that first came from Dallas, then to Tyler, then to the little blue house in a moving van, and then to the apartment in the back of a pickup, you will see that I’ve planted two more plants in little pockets.
Not sure how well they’ll do with so little space, but we’ll see.
See them arranged here and there at the back of the fence? They are the green backdrop for all my blooming flowers.
Being in a garden brings me serenity. I sit and listen to the various birds chirping. Once in a bit I’ll get up and wander around the plant areas and see if there’s something new I missed on a prior go round.
I of course don’t have all the fancy things I had in Texas. No pond with surging waterfall. No pavilion with overhead fan. No gazebo out-fitted with lounging chairs.
But still I have plants and flowers. And a place to enjoy them. And that makes me happy.
Seeing their stems reach up toward the sun, and open up into a gorgeous explosion of color, that makes me smile.
It is a privilege to be able to enjoy these flowers. To walk past a plant and have the perfume released by my brushing against it.
To look out the bedroom window as dusk falls, and see the birds flitting about from pot to pot.
The windows don’t even look like real glass to me. Somehow they look like plastic. But the important thing is, we have a roof over our heads, the pupsters and I.